The Collier's Story

Kite's will,
it's fight against the string
puts me heel down
planted in the grass.

I see the air above
and I am not in it.
The kite has cheeks
and wind to bear on them.

Somewhere in my skull
a wind sliced whistle flies,
but I'm a tetherer,
meat, and a hand on string.

Scott Murphy

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